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The crying wind
brings a
deluge:
lost
and blurred at
the edges,
you
become
a
whisper.
brings a
deluge:
lost
and blurred at
the edges,
you
become
a
whisper.
Literature
Zemi
Things having to be returned to their transparency:
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
Literature
voidfriend
i.
her eyes
never land.
a scape claimed
no matter how sharp
her intake,
or the orbits
aligned by her will,
or the scope
of the aperture
filled.
lips fueled
and begging
to be ignited.
ii.
she can't fight it.
cracks in the visor
and pressure leaks.
a void
asking her hand
and her peace
as the tip
of her tongue
starts to freeze.
spidered sight
and face
like a shard
divided.
iii.
"if i have to be breathless,"
she finally states,
"i'd prefer it to be by the trident."
Literature
Sravana Varsa
I'm broken branches
in forest trenches
keeping you safe throughout war
I'm hidden rain-songs
lyrical diphthong
trembling by the cooling shore
The sky is running
with ghost clouds gunning
at the clueless masked lovebirds
The moist earth swells up
filling leaking cups
with our fruitless crippled words
Candlelight flickers
leave souls to wither
as my bones set in for night
Prevernal daydreams
undone at the seams
tease you and wind you up tight
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
My skin is summoned by the auburn glow
We took a vow to live without goodbyes
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
I hear bells resounding like last
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I suppose this poem reminds me of how painful it can be to realize that a memory of someone you hold (or held) dear is fading with time.
Lovely work.
Lovely work.